He was in fact at my door, good god what was he thinking?I quietly opened the door and he slid in, gave a wink, and walked right past me and directly ...o my bedroom. My husband and I no longer share a room so once in chances are he would not be seen but what if my husband where to wake up for a trip to the kitchen or bathroom as he was walking through our house! I was panicking.I quickly followed to tell him no shot but he was nearly naked by the time I shut the door behind me, a door with no. The gravel dug into her knees as a wet mist rolled in. The moisture in the air and a slight breeze combined to harden her nipples... she had always been proud of her firm breasts... and enjoyed the feeling of her often-erect nipples being clearly visible through her clothing... when she wasn't working, of course. At work, it was always conservative business suits... wool jackets and mid-length skirts... but at home... God, how she hated putting on airs of superiority and having to wear those. He shushes me like I'm a baby he's rocking to sleep, and his thrusts become gentler. I try to look over my shoulder at the door, which I hadn't had a chance to lock. My heart begins to hammer and a sick feeling in my stomach begins to rise up at the thought of anyone walking in, but the possibility of it excites me. I cling on harder to the shutters, the only thing keeping my balance when he pulls out of me before he pushes back in, over and over. I try to arch my back and grind my clit against. "I can't wait to get out of this every day Becky said laughing unbuttoning her blouse and dropping it on a chair, then dropping her skirt. Karen noticed again what a nice body Becky had, she watched Becky in only her bra and pantys fish through her dresser drawer for a pair of white shorts and a yellow tank top, after putting them on, she plopped back on the bed next to Karen. They lay on Becky's bed with their books open, trying hard to study, but neither concentrating very well for some.